My heart pumping anxieties
My head banging with pains
That woman is the cause
Is the cause a curse or calling
Am I with little understanding
Or have fear overcome me
I can’t simply define patience again
The first step was a flop
Shall affliction be meted the second time
Has society put in this state of quagmire
Or his my discerning of God’s call now obtuse
So many chariots of thoughts in milliseconds
I want to go back to sleep with calm
Though the checklist is marked
I fear for myself and not that woman
God my refuge, I will still hold on to
Though in this confuse dilemma
To be happy is my inheritance for I am of God
My heart whispers “A work in progress”
And I know that work is good since is of God
Either to try my faith or to render me a blessing
I know all that start with God ends well

Your poem did not really match your title but well that is art. good